This is a song about "Hoes weed bitches"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Got shows on top of shows